| All is ready so just hold steady
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| We’ll soon be going to the pier
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| No more waiting or hesitating
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| The time to sail is here
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| Bye-bye mothers and all the others
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| Who’ll come to shed a little tear
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| Don’t cry
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| Bye-bye
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| Give us a parting cheer
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| We’re on our way to France
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| There’s not a minute to spare
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| That’s why
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| For when the Yanks advance
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| You bet we wanna be there
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| Goodbye
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| Old Hoboken is bent and broken
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| From soldiers marching on her pier
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| While you slumber, a great big number
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| Of soldiers disappear
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| To the millions of brave civilians
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| That we are leaving over here
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| We say
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| Day day
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| Give us a parting cheer |